The Hauntings

‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house not a creature was stirring…except the MOUSE!! Yes, I purposefully wrote it singular. I refuse to entertain the thought that she may have invited her friends and relatives or…horrors had babies!

There were a couple of more sightings by my husband, who exclaims the mouse is much too fast for him to catch! The sightings were then followed by the hauntings.

I’ve been awakened many times during the nights, but these sounds sent chills up my spine. Scratching from inside our bedroom walls! “Jason, Jason,” I called as I pounded on him, “listen!” My husband knew instantly what it was, and he was not happy! Like a crazy man he got up and began pounding on the walls. This was repeated several nights until the noises quit. I thought happily that the mouse must have died in the wall. At this point I didn’t care if I had to smell it rotting for weeks. We’re getting desperate, people!

Then the other night I went to get some clothes that were folded on stacked plastic boxes. There with my clothes I found my little stash of chocolate. The story from my childhood came rushing to mind and I quickly dug through my clothes and pulled out all my chocolate. And this is what I found:

Lovely! It’s been in and out of…my clothes!!! I find it incredibly ironic that I just recently sat down and wrote that story.

Well, that gave me a great idea. I told my husband since the mouse loves this chocolate so much, maybe we should put some of it on the traps with the peanut butter. We went to bed with renewed hopes. This would be the night that we caught this little critter.

In the middle of the night I woke up to the sound of my husband not quite shouting: “The chocolate is gone and there’s no mouse!”

We finally, against all of your advice, went out and bought glue traps. Still, so far we haven’t caught the mouse!

I decided that the rats are just immune to poison in my house. For the last 2 years they have successfully stolen the foods from the traps.
We go back and forth and when I am quiet in the basement I hear them. Eeeks!

Ugh…I.HATE.MICE. We get them from time to time (especially around harvest time and/or the start of winter – then they flock to our house) and they never cease to freak me out. My husband insists that you have to get the super cheap mouse traps that DON’T have the fake looking cheese thing that you put the peanut butter on…apparently those have a much higher threshold for NOT snapping when the peanut butter is being eaten. Happy hunting! 🙂

I am totally beyond belief neurotic about mice in my house. I have a dog and a cat and a bazillion traps. my hubs sprayed foam insulation on every spot that let in light around the foundation of my house. The cat and the dog were both catching them so I was not actually seeing mice, or evidence of them but I was finding corpses. Better than live mice, but not much. Once the hubs figured out where they were coming in the cat and the dog cleaned house. I set traps everywhere but we didn’t catch any mice. The dog and the cat got every one.

Love that story! I have one similar, but ours was a rat. One night he woke us up going down the stairs dragging a candy bar behind him. Clunk, Clunk, Clunk. The thought that he was right by my son’s bed stealing chocolate, gross. We did end up catching him with chocolate on the trap. It took a few tries though, we finally melted the chocolate on the trap and that got him. Good luck!